Luyện nghe bài hát Million Dollar Baby

(Chorus)
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say

(Verse 1)
Sick it, six digits, big engines
Get of head like six midgets
It just code I live by,
the road I grew up by,
And I see the game an umpire.
Mothafuck one time, and combined
I am the boss, I have a tell you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche
I that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline.
Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
I'm fly and boyfriend's an ostrich
How you cost bitch?
See I will buy you and then sell you back an auction.
Okay? I am with DJ Drama
And this Just Blaze has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a bingo on the like Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn't see me panorama.
(Haha) Niggas soft as a can of
You as a can of tuna
You fuckin' a piranha
The ballin' is no
Paper as a tower
I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a
I promise I see the skyline from my shower
I'm feeling a gun with a bag of gun powder
Pow pow
I'm higher than Mr.
from the bottom of the ant pile.
Weezy!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
My is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is but the game is ugly
They say feed the hungry, but bitches is greedy
But I'm awfully gifted, I am strategic
It's come to my room, I make her like it's Egypt
And she leave out room feelin' like a paraplegic
My fuck is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up a pair of new sneakers
to the subject at hand
Baby I'm a wealthy ass black man
Flow more than finding black sand
And, I just want some brain like a fucking cat
I just want some paper like a trash can
Life is a so how's it hanging Pac-Man?
I to amaze, as well as advance
I'm so far ahead I gotta save the dance.

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(Verse 3)
Get it like panters I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all about my chips Lance
I be with animals with tactics,
I swear I'm backed up New York traffic
You dumb fucks, you're nothing but ducks,
Big hairs, swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I'm it like insurance
been on the grind, nigga you're just a tourist,
Flowers for the dead, say hello to the
Fuck me wrong bet I rush it like Borris
Now they kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris
I kick it with Lil' Few and he rolling up a
be compared, no I'm not a thesaurus
Can't be banned, I'm sorry Delourous
Fuck Williams, the bitch look like a dude
Her body chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get to my food
Eat the up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 lives would you ever war I
I'm just gettin' high thinking the Carter 5
My homies straight, my momma good and my daughter's
Everyday I pray and the great Lord of mine
Weezy baby, lookin' at greatness
Grillz, no braces